Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 238: Battle of Castle Black

The flames burned the clothes and flesh of the wights. The savages were covered in thick fur and leather, which produced an unpleasant burnt smell and thick smoke that hurt people's eyes.

Only at the very end will the flames reach the human body. The corpse of a zombie is extremely flammable. Once ignited, it will burn out in a very short time, erupting with extremely strong flames.

The smoke hurt Jon's eyes and made him feel nauseous.

It would have been a foul stench of wool and leather, but as the flames and fuel burned the bodies, the flesh smelled like roasting meat. Jon tried not to think so, but the bodies of the wights in the tunnel sizzled in the flames, clinging to the iron gates like pork on a grill, and the smell of meat filled the narrow tunnel.

It was really scary, and several recruits who had just finished their training began to vomit uncontrollably.

Jon and Donald stood at the front. They were the backbone of the team defending the tunnel, and they were very clear about their next responsibilities.

The zombies on the first fence gate were finally burned out, and then the zombies that had been waiting silently for a long time launched an attack. As if someone was really commanding them, they put up a wooden shield made of soldier trees discarded by the savages, and when the flames were about to die down, they worked together to crash into the red-hot iron fence.

The force was so great that with a sharp clang, the first iron gate was deformed and countless pieces of stone broke apart at the tunnel entrance. The ice there melted in the flames, revealing the frozen soil and stone layer of the base. Under the impact of the ghouls' terrifying power, the iron gate finally couldn't bear the force and fell down with a teeth-grinding sound.

The zombies continued to charge inward without slowing down.

"Fire!" With a roar from the blacksmith Donald, the brothers in black threw out another round of oil cans and then shot with rockets.

But the zombies did not stop as they expected. Even though the oil tanks and rockets ignited the zombies in the front, they still charged forward.

With a bang, the corpse with faint blue light in its eyes rushed to the second fence gate.

Jon, Donald and three other black brothers in the first row reacted quickly. They dipped the tips of their spears in oil, ignited them, and passed through the gaps in the fence gate.

As the wights charged forward, Jon felt a huge impact coming from his hands, which almost pushed him backwards. He took two steps back before he managed to keep his balance with the support of his brothers behind him.

The zombies, who did not feel pain, crashed into the second iron gate under the flaming spears.

The wildling wight in the front, its face smashed by stones and bloody, was just three steps away from Jon. Jon could even see the indifference and coldness in the cold blue light in its eyes, as well as the invasive heat waves brought by the burning flames on its bodies.

Ice and fire, the two feelings existed simultaneously in front of Jon.

"push!"

As Donald gave orders again, Jon and his men held the spears, and then the brothers in the second row began to use wooden sticks to push the corpses of the wights that were clinging to the iron gate and were set on fire.

"Strength!"

Everyone worked together, and as expected, the wights did not try to wrestle with the guards. The Night Watch brothers easily pushed the wights behind the iron fence.

The corpses whose flesh and blood were burning formed a wall of fire, and the corpses behind them stood quietly away from the flames and waited.

The night watchmen and the wights were actually only a dozen steps apart. The cold and heat waves hit them at the same time, making people feel strangely uncomfortable.

"Don't panic, we still have a lot of oil tanks, we can fight them for a whole day!" Jon looked at the wights that seemed to have wisdom and shouted, "They are afraid of fire!"

Jon studied those eyes carefully, but could not tell if there was any other emotion in the dead silence.

Jon's roar was of course just bluffing. If they had enough oil cans, they would have thrown them at the wights without any reservation. Why would they have to wait for the wights to bang on the door before reacting?

The Black Castle had not been replenished for a long time. In addition, the guards had just fought an offensive and defensive battle with the wildlings in the front. The fuel that the guards had collected with great difficulty under multiple attacks was the fastest consumed material.

Therefore, even in such a narrow place as the tunnel entrance, where the power of fuel and flames can be easily exerted, they have to be used sparingly when defending.

More than a hundred ghouls rushed into the tunnel. If the ghouls themselves had not become extremely flammable, and had not relied on their terrifying bodies that were not afraid of pain and were not affected by injuries, the ghouls might have already captured the tunnel with their overwhelming force.

In fact, if it were the wildlings, if they could do what the wights did, replacing one batch of dead with another, and continuously attacking the city gate, with only the limited manpower in the Black Castle, they would be exhausted to death and the Black Castle would have been breached long ago.

Whoosh.

One of the brothers thought he had found a great opportunity and shot a lit crossbow at the group of zombies.

The crossbow bolt set fire to one of the wights' clothes.

The corpses retreated one after another.

"Oh no!" But the archer's words did not contain joy, but only anxiety and fear. "They..."

Suddenly, the team of zombies began to move. From the back of the tunnel, huge wooden boards passed from the back of the team to the front over the heads of the zombies like rafts on water.

Those were the wooden boards that the barbarians had put up to block arrows when they attacked the city!

There is indeed some kind of intelligent commander behind the corpse.

But there was a thick layer of white frost on the wooden board, which obviously could not be easily ignited by a rocket.

The zombies actually set up a shelter in the tunnel to protect against rockets!

The Night Watch began to riot.

"Calm down!" Donald shouted, "We have oil tanks!"

Whoosh!
Changes occur suddenly.

At a moment when no one expected or was prepared, several spears were thrown out from the pile of zombies and flew straight towards the Night Watch soldiers.

Most of the spears hit the iron gate with a clang and failed to penetrate deeper.

But a few spears were still thrown in.

With a "whoosh" sound, Donald's thigh was pierced by a flying wooden spear.

Jon was also hit hard by the spear, but fortunately he was hit by the spear tip, and the mail armor under his black robe saved his life. However, the blow still dealt him a heavy blow in the chest. He felt the blood boiling and a bloody taste in his throat almost came out.

"Shield! Cough cough," Jon coughed up blood, but did not forget to pull the one-armed blacksmith Donald back.

"Ah!" Donald screamed in pain, but before Donald could say anything.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, another round of spear fire came from the corpse demons.

Jon had no choice but to protect Donald and continue to drag him back. The Night's Watch raised their shields, but their shields were small and medium-sized shields for close combat, not large shields. They could not protect against a volley of spears.

Soon someone was shot and injured, and some were even unlucky enough to be shot through the head.

The corpses are extremely strong.

You know, when the cavalrymen were attacked by the zombies in the wild, the zombies even pounced on them and directly cut open their abdomens with their sharp, icy claws. Faced with such an unexpected attack, the night watchmen quickly retreated away from the second iron gate.

And the zombies began to press forward.

"Jon! What should we do? Think of a solution quickly!" Grant bent down and helped Jon drag the seriously injured Donald, hoping that Jon could give reliable advice.

Jon had no other choice but to give the order: "Fire, light a fire. We must not let them break through this last iron gate."

As long as the wights break through here, they can rush out of the Black Castle.

From a certain moment on, the group of wights seemed to be controlled by some will. Spears continued to be thrown at the retreating Night Watchmen, while the rest of the wights began to bang on the iron gate.

Jon noticed something strange about the wights. Their spears were thrown from the middle of the group, not from the first row.

This gave Jon a creepy idea. These wights seemed to belong to the same whole. If one could see them with the eyes in front, the one behind could know their location.

This discovery made Jon feel creepy. He remembered the night when Commander Mormont was assassinated by the wights. The wights killed the sentinels of the castle silently and sneaked into Commander Mormont's room without anyone noticing.

At that time, everyone guessed that the ghouls might have memories of the past, recognized the commander's room, and knew how to assassinate him. It's not that no one has thought that there is some kind of will behind the corpses that controls them like puppets, but that idea is too bizarre and terrifying, so no one takes it seriously.

But now it seems that if we speculate that this group of zombies is driven by a certain will, then it can explain many strange things that have happened.

White Walkers!

It must be that terrifying alien that is causing trouble!
But what is the use of discovering these things at this time?
As the zombies' impact continued, the iron gate began to shake, and the melted ice water on the tunnel wall trembled and dripped from the top with every impact.

A stream of cold water fell from the top of his head onto Jon's hair, chilling him to the bone.

Perhaps this is the last moment of his life. Jon suddenly thought of this. He handed Donald to Grenn to drag him away, and he picked up a shield from the side, raised it and shouted: "We are the Night's Watch, the last door for humans to stop the aliens! Everyone, follow me!" Jon blocked a wooden spear, the force of which made his arm sore, but he still pulled out the long claws, "Never retreat!"

Finally, after the same teeth-grinding sound as before, the last iron gate collapsed.

Jon yelled, "Hold on!"

The Night's Watch brothers who still had the will to fight rolled the oil barrel to the front and ignited the fire. But soon, as if directed by some will, the wights quickly covered the fire with wooden shields that served as cover and continued to attack.

The close combat with the corpse ghost began.

Jon and several of his brothers formed a formation and attacked left and right, but the vitality of the wights was so tenacious and terrifying that cutting off their heads and arms still could not stop their bodies from continuing to attack.

The cold air brought by the corpse ghost quickly extinguished the fire in the tunnel.

For a brief moment, the tunnel became dark.

At one point, when Jon cut off another wight's head, he found that after the wight was hit by him, the blue eyes on its face seemed to have changed. The originally bright blue eyes seemed to have become a little dim. And the cooperation between the wight and the other wights seemed to be out of coordination.

Jon was just trying to confirm whether this was an illusion.

But suddenly, I felt the ground shaking.

Rumble--Rumble--

The sound of horse hooves came from behind the night watchmen, and the sound of horse hooves trampling the ground passed through the tunnel, like rumbling thunder.

The sound of thunder sounded like heavenly music to the night watchmen.

Suddenly, Jon heard someone shouting, "Reinforcements are coming! Reinforcements are coming!"

A spear pierced Jon's arm, but he felt the hot blood burning in his chest. He didn't know what else he could say, but shouted: "Fight!"

Fortunately, some people were still clear-headed: "Brothers, quickly hide in the side doors and corridors of the tunnel and make way for the cavalry!"

Soon, a loud and sharp bugle call was heard from the tunnel entrance. The call was recognizable as the Rangers' call, but the rhythm was not the familiar one for the brothers in black.

The sound of horse hooves was so heavy.

Finally, the sound of horse hooves reached the city gate.

In the dim light of the tunnel, the first one to come forward was a tall ranger riding a tall horse covered with iron armor, wearing black mail, a black half helmet, and a black cloak.

Although the man was dressed in black-clad clothing, it was definitely not the kind of clothing that the Night's Watch brothers had seen at Castle Black, the Shadow Tower, or Eastwatch-by-the-Sea.

What was even more terrifying was that the man, riding on an armored warhorse, raised his sword and shouted, as if chanting: "Lord of Light, please look after us! Light the Holy Flame for us and destroy the darkness!"

But the ranger turned his sword as he charged, and first slashed his arm that was holding the reins. The iron sword was stained with blood, and then, in front of everyone's stunned gaze, the sword began to burn.

The flame burned from the tip of the sword to the guard, but the ranger seemed not to feel the heat. He held the sword high and rode towards the pile of zombies.

Soon after, the second, third, and more rangers holding flaming weapons poured in from the south entrance of the tunnel.

The blazing red flames were on the blade of the long sword, on the tip of the long spear, and on the blade of the long axe.
The black knights wielding flaming weapons charged violently and swiftly, like a surging black tide, at the group of zombies.

The clanging of steel echoed through the tunnel.

The night watchmen hiding in the side door and the corridor behind the door wall watched as the torrent of steel in turn drowned the zombies.

Are these the new Night's Watch Rangers?
Jon stared in disbelief as he watched the rangers on armored horses, wielding flaming swords, charging through a narrow tunnel that could only accommodate three riders. They were so strong and brave. They swung their flaming swords, long-handled axes, and long spears, and the wights burned.

The flames burning in the tunnel even burned the tails of the armored horses and the bodies of the riders themselves, but they were still unaware, and like the tip of a spear that would neither look back nor stop, it quickly pierced through the array of zombies in the tunnel.

More Black Knight riders poured into the tunnel.

In the smoke and firelight of the tunnel, Jon Snow and the surviving Night's Watch saw that one of the black-robed knights was holding up a long sword that was flashing yellow, red, and orange, like the sun on the water when the waves were rippling, shining and radiating light continuously.

The long sword shone brightly, as if pouring sunlight into the narrow city gate tunnel.

The survivors of Castle Black, including Jon Snow, were stunned by the scene and completely lost in thought for a moment.

It was not until the light faded away and left the tunnel that everyone woke up.

A strange thought came to everyone's mind:

"Are these really the new Night's Watch Rangers?"

(End of this chapter)